Spring of hope has dried long time ago losing its flow
Life is devoid of meaning to reinvigorate as it is slow
Moving forward is difficult as it is looking for some support
Not sure how long it will be in this hell without any rapport
Entangled in the cobweb of illusion and mere senses gratification
Nobody is here to hold hands to rescue and lead to heaven
All relatives in this planet are busy in pursuits of their passion
On whose strength you can rely to live this life without inspiration
Are you completely lost day dreaming false unrealizable dream?
Are you ignoring calls from friends who heard your first scream?
Like a confused bird leaving the safe nest in search running wild
All that you claim as yours and your very own will be left behind
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great poem, rain will fall and quench that drought. Great writing.